The sun

The sun hurt me.
It illuminated the dark, what I wanted to hide.
Its harsh glow saturated my cuts and put salt in the wounds.
Its beauty was lost as its rays cut into me and pulled out the history that belonged to no one but myself.

The sun hurt me,
While glorifying others.
The warm glow of its rays hit the emerald green of the tree outside of my window.
Its welcoming facade brought out the vibrant colour of the delicate petals in my front yard.
The blinding rays lit up the grass sitting  in the dirty gutter of my street.

It gave the clouds colour,
The grass life,
The flowers powerful vibrancy,

Helping everyone
But me.
The sun hurt me.